A Couple of Thoughts On This Week

A couple of days ago I awoke to the news of Carrie Fisher’s passing.  Another beloved icon gone too soon – and you know in this Star Wars house this was a deep-felt loss.  And then, as if to add insult to injury, my email contained a message that my pilot would not be advancing in one of the contests I had submitted it to.

The feedback was, at least, somewhat encouraging:

The Demeter is set in an interesting world with a couple of well-drawn characters in Wyeth and Sadie. Actually, the voice of Zeta as a less obnoxious Siri is also a nice character. On the page, the script looks good, without blocky description or dialogue passages and is error-free (a rarity!). The biggest question at this point is probably trying to determine what the story will be about in future episodes. Will the entire series be about their attempt to return to earth? Some hint of where the series will go could add a lot to the overall value of the pilot.

It was one of those days that made me want to both crawl into bed and take the world by storm.

I did neither.

I chose to lose myself in my happy place – Dragon Age land.  A few hours achieving measurable goals with my dogs snuggled around me was comforting, but I’m still just sad.

Maybe the sadness is exacerbated by the fact that I am so far from where I want to be.  I resent my job and without just the teeniest bit of encouragement on the screenwriting front, I just feel as if I’m never going to leave my own mark.

Yes, I know this sounds a tad vain, but it’s my dream to have my writing immortalized via the silver screen.  Let’s be honest, we don’t follow the artist’s path to fade into obscurity, we want to be remembered.  Plain and simple.

The passing of yet another childhood favorite has only reiterated how precious our time is.  We have to make the most of the time given to us and continue to strive towards our goals, no matter where on the ladder towards that dream we find ourselves.

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Wishing you all the very best as we come to the end of another year!  Let’s start planning for a productive and successful new year!

*Thank you for being a part of our lives, Rebel Princess.  May the Force be with you!

Memoir Post

Writing-Clip-ArtA year from now, with my memory, I probably won’t remember what’s been going on these past couple of months.  I’ve been considering whether or not to share my personal happenings, but as this is also my (some times) journal of what’s going on in my life, and because others may be able to empathize, I’ve decided to make note of it.

I suffer from chronic pain.  Insurance being what it is here in The States, I’ve just lived with it.  Until a couple of months ago.  I went to the doctor and discussed my options, and before surgery, which would be a last resort, I’m now on daily medication.  Evidently there are some side effects, to which I am now enduring almost all of…I’m not sure which is worse.

A few of the zingers: fatigue, lethargy, and depression.  It also seems to be exacerbating any negative feelings I may have, which thanks to the depression, are many.  I’m not writing.  I’m not reading.  I’m not gaming.  I’m barely watching T.V.  What am I doing with my time?!

I have another month to allow the medication to get into my system, and I’m really hoping this is all worth it or The Sis will probably do me harm.

As I like to keep this space positive, I’ve remained silent, but I didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you.  I wanted to say – Hi-SmileyEmoticon

and Happy Holidays!  Hopefully in a few more weeks I’ll be feeling more like my old self again, and just in time for tackling a new year!

Wishing you all the best, my friends!

xx, Rach

Writing Prompt #99

So a few days ago, I (finally) shared the work of fellow bloggers who took up the Writing Prompt Challenge.  If you haven’t had a chance to read them yet, click here.

For this week’s Writing Prompt, I was drawn to this image.

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Are you inspired?

Come write with me!

Quote of the Week

Fear can have a powerful sway on our ability to do something.  I sometimes let fear have too much of a voice in my own life, and I don’t want to look back on my life and regret those things I wanted to do and didn’t because I was afraid of the outcome.

I may write about reincarnation, but in this life, we need to make it count!  That’s why I really want to make this week’s quote a part of my daily thought process.

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Best wishes, my friends!  And let’s be brave!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #21

Two fellow bloggers recently took up the challenge, which pleases me to no end, and I am thrilled that they have graciously allowed me to share their work here.  Don’t forget, it’s never too late to join in the WPC fun!

Sobia at Simply Me, who has joined the challenge before, wrote this lovely piece entitled Last Love:

toweringAll glooms around me, I stand to reminisce our last fatal moment.

The feel of your touch, which awoke sensations never before touched, the taste of your  words, the freshness of your breath still lingers; the sweet sound of you’re voice still echoes. I stand alone, recalling what now is lost. Even the lifeless around me know. They understand as they have began to decay and refuse to flourish as they once did. They mock me or pity me. I refuse to acknowledge them, for the storm within me erupts like a volcano gushing forth its pain and anger with all its might to destroy everything within its reach. The pain builds and subsides at its leisure beyond my control.

Pain is a futile word to describe my loss. My heart mourns, it weeps due to being distant from you. It knows to only function in one way; and that is …being with you.

 ~*~

djemmand at BowiesAliens shared this haunting piece entitled I Never Truly Knew Him:

shallweI couldn’t tell if I was to trust his jester as one of a gentle man or one of malicious tempt. One thing was for sure it was a gesture of a man on a mission but what kind of person is the question that lingered over me.

“Shall we begin the show here?” his voice spoke clear and smooth like a man destined for greatness, but a voice alone can never tell you who a person truly is, as accents and impressions are so interchangeable like women with a shoe obsession. “I guess we could start here if you believe it’s the right place?” I await his response in hopes to discover his personal tastes. “What I believe will have no effect on what the show shall showcase.” He brushes me off quickly, and it assured me that he is a man of secrets. What was he hiding behind his captivating gaze?

The stage had been set, and the props began to flood the stage creating the atmosphere of a Shakespearian summery night. I can’t but stare in amazement at how a very desolate arena had now become flooded with overly lavished heads in search of entertainment. “Are you ready to start?” the stage head asks quietly. The lights flicker as I begin to take the stage to play out me overly dramatic romance story for an audience of false pretenders and wealthy dreamers.

The curtains drop and the once vibrant scene settles into silence as I begin to wipe away this character that was every man’s fantasy to the self-conscious being that carries my name. “That performance could have been better” I look to see him standing over the staircase blocking out the bright lights. “You shouldn’t be in here” his posture doesn’t flinch nor do his eyes blink. What does he want me to say? For one thing is for sure I won’t be apologizing for being truthful.

His gaze hovers over my underdress leaving me in a state of discomfort. “I may be a performer, but firstly I’m a woman who deserves respect and privacy!” I cover myself with a densely embodied blanket. He looked different as he gazed at me. I still don’t understand him nor trust his forever changing persona, like an actor unsure of his characters personality. He heads up the staircase leaving me in the cold dark wondering who he truly could be.

I stand out in the dark waiting to head home when his gentle hand brushes against my shoulder. “Tonight’s performance was beautiful.” I look at him perplexed. “You said I could have been better” he retracts himself from my presence and glares me down with an expression of confusion. Who was this man I thought I had known? Had I painted an illusion of him or did I never truly know him at all?

The night sky stares me down to reveal my complete isolation. Me standing in the empty arena alone with a vanished phantom of a man.

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A BIG thank you to these two talented writers for being a part of the challenge!  I look forward to reading your future creations!

And now, here’s one of my own, currently untitled.

bigredorbBa bum.

For some time I thought it was my own heartbeat. It was my first expedition after all, and I was both nervous and excited.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The sound was faint at first, and no one else seemed to hear it but me, but as we delved further into the unchartered territory, the thumping only increased.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

Weeks traveling in an unknown, desolate land and the incessant heartbeat that I felt belonged to it slowly ate at my nerves. I became obsessed with learning the origins of the sound and would often wander into the depths of the surrounding forest alone in the hopes I would find the source.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

It called to me. I could hear it in my dreams. When I slept. I could feel it drawing me ever closer until the beating of my own heart fell in sync and the sound was just as much a part of me as my own skin.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The others whispered…in shadows, and offered me sideways glances. When we found the long forgotten ruin and I felt my skin sing, I knew then that this was for me alone.

Ba bum.

I stood before the blood red orb, crimson stained hands shaking in anticipation, my heart ready to break from my chest.  My reflection…I didn’t recognize what I had become.

Ba bum.

~*~

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #98

It’s Thanksgiving here in the States; a holiday with a troubling beginning, but one that has evolved into a day we share stories of how grateful we are, eat lots of food, fall asleep in front of the television, generally fight with family, and prepare to kill one another for the best deal at “the store of your choosing”.

Good times. 😉

If you’re stuck in traffic or trying to avoid the drama, let me share my gratitude that you have decided to spend a little time with me.  It’s nice and quiet here, right?

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I’ve been drawn to this image for some time, and thought, why not share it today?!  It’s not holiday inspired, so you may enjoy that.

A couple of bloggers have taken up the Writing Prompt Challenge, and I look forward to sharing their work with you!  Keep an eye out for that.

I hope you are all well and enjoy a safe holiday season!  Happy Writing!

xx, Rach

Writing Prompt #97 – For a Special Occasion

Today one of my dearest friends is getting married.  In honor of her, and the happily ever after she has found (and deserves), I dedicate today’s Writing Prompt to her, my Jillybean.

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We’re never too old for fairytales.

Love, Rachie xoxo